Feeling the harsh whistling sound in his ears, Conan closed his eyes and felt that he had no hope of survival.

He is now tied up tightly and is in a state of free fall. I am afraid that Houdini will not be able to escape even if he dies again.

The feeling of air slapping his cheeks was getting stronger and stronger, which means that his whereabouts were getting faster and faster.

The glass viewing platform, where he was thrown down, is about 250 meters. According to free fall, he balances the air resistance. In less than ten seconds, he will fall to the ground and turn into a pile of minced meat.

No, it is the observatory at a distance of 100 meters from the ground, which means it will be dead in just about seven seconds.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the moment of death passes very slowly, as if even the speed of falling has slowed down.

Conan opened his eyes with a wry smile, hoping that he would find that it was just a nightmare, just like the night before.

Unfortunately, I could see only the ground getting closer and closer, and... there was also a huge rescue air cushion!

Looking at the orange air cushion, Conan knew that he could not die, and why there was an air cushion here? Of course, it was arranged by the bastard who threw himself off. He didn't worry that the wind would fall outside the cushion as soon as the wind blew.

Holding the joy in his heart and even gratitude to a certain asshole, Conan waited for the impact of falling into the mat.

Hey? What speed is getting slower and slower? Conan suddenly found that his falling speed is getting slower and slower, as if he was being pulled behind him.

I barely turned my head and looked behind me, and found that there was a strip of cloth tied behind me, and it looked very familiar. Isn’t this... not my retractable strap?

So the telescopic strap is about to reach its limit? Conan suddenly remembered a question. If the elastic force of the telescopic strap is about to reach its limit, that is to say.

Conan watched him stop and then flew upwards with a scream at an extremely fast speed.

"Did that child play bungee jumping on it?" Two police officers secretly deployed by the Metropolitan Police Department to install air cushions and discussed at the child up and down above.

"Maybe it, our mission is not because of this child, right?" another guard muttered.

"Things of the world are unpredictable." The guard who spoke before said vaguely.

On the top floor, after throwing Conan on routine daily life, Mizumatsu dragged Ireland and knocked Hirosuke Mizutani along the stairs to the middle of the lower floor, hoping that this location could avoid the danger that would happen next.

"Miss Xiaolan, Miss Xiaolan? Maori Ran! Shinchi Kudo is here! Shinchi Kudo is married!" Mizumazu tried to wake up Xiaolan, but still couldn't wake him up. It was not easy to mention Shinchi Kudo, which made people a little worried if the fall was too serious, but Mizumazu did not have any serious injuries after a simple examination.

"Shinichi...is so annoying..." Xiaolan murmured.

It seems like I'm talking in my sleep... Mizumatsu's mouth twitched, but the best news is that people are fine.

He picked up Xiaolan and when Mizumatsu planned to send her to the lower floor, the sound of a helicopter was already heard outside, so he had to put her in as much as possible, put it behind the bar counter of the water bar where Mizumatsu had held a cup, and also covered her coat on her. Although this thing is not bulletproof, it can block glass and wood fragments.

At the nearest Self-Defense Force base, it takes twenty minutes for helicopters to fly over at full speed. I don’t know when they confirmed that an armed helicopter appeared and took off, but it must have taken off now. In other words, Mizumatsu has to hold on here for up to twenty minutes. If you are optimistic, it will probably be almost the same for ten minutes.

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Chapter completed!